Ode to wonder
I am so well versed in loss and rejection that if the sun disappeared, I'd feel right at home. I don't check Facebook nearly as often as I used to. I guess if the world wanted to leave me alone, and never bother me again, I'd let it go. What I have is an old rugged wooden floor. And what I have is my compass. And what I have is the grand outdoors. Maybe somewhere I've never seen before
